I mean, they kinda go together. Statistically, the shittier you guys feel, the more dents I end up having to bang outta this thing. Check it.
[Now elbow-deep in the car's inner workings, hood more-or-less salvaged (albeit in dire need of a new paint job), Jail briefly retracts a hand and waves it vaguely at a random wall, snapping her fingers. A projector promptly snaps on.]
I made a chart.
[The chart displayed by the projector has an x-axis labeled 'how fucked are the dudes' and a y-axis labeled 'how fucked is this car', over a time period of the last thirty-seven months. There does appear to be a pretty solid positive correlation.]
But hey, if it makes you feel better, there's some weed brownies in the mini-fridge over there and I can make this projector thing play Sharknado 4.
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[Now elbow-deep in the car's inner workings, hood more-or-less salvaged (albeit in dire need of a new paint job), Jail briefly retracts a hand and waves it vaguely at a random wall, snapping her fingers. A projector promptly snaps on.]
I made a chart.
[The chart displayed by the projector has an x-axis labeled 'how fucked are the dudes' and a y-axis labeled 'how fucked is this car', over a time period of the last thirty-seven months. There does appear to be a pretty solid positive correlation.]
But hey, if it makes you feel better, there's some weed brownies in the mini-fridge over there and I can make this projector thing play Sharknado 4.